April 2006
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April 2006
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Shane Maloney
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April 2006 | Encounters
The meeting had been in progress for five hours when Conrad Black strode into Kerry Packer’s sumptuous suite at the Savoy.
It was June 1991 and Packer was in England to play polo. Between chukkas, he was assembling a consortium to...
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Cameron Woodhead
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Books | Noted | April 2006
With The Resurrectionist, James Bradley enters the dark realm of Gothic fiction. Set in London in the 1820s, the novel concerns Gabriel, a young gentleman apprenticed to one...
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Clare Barker
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Noted | April 2006
On 26 April, the eleventh Mercedes Australian Fashion Week will open in Sydney, complete with shiny new operators IMG Fashion – the slick outfit that runs the bigger, better New York equivalent and has Kate Moss on its books – and industry insiders will...
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Robert Forster
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Music | April 2006
In the narrow confines of the Australian music scene, it’s edgy guitar pop and rock for the young, and country, blues and folk for the old. AC/DC is revered by all. It’s not hard to stand outside this world; the trick is to construct something substantial...
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Owen Richardson
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Film | April 2006
A History of Violence: the phrase can be taken two ways, both as something a person – a criminal in the dock – might have, and as a description of the film itself (Violence: A History), a...
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Dennis Altman
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Opera | April 2006
The program of almost any major opera company reveals a repertoire largely unchanged for over a century: there are more likely to be productions of works by Mozart, Verdi and Puccini than even such mid-twentieth-century works as...
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Peter Craven
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Books | April 2006
Maria Hyland came to prominence a couple of years ago with How the Light Gets In, the mesmerising story of a Bad Girl who is always proving herself more right than her betters. And if...
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Justin Clemens
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Art | April 2006
Even before you enter the gallery, you hear Mike Parr breathing. His breath is neither relaxed nor comfortable; amplified beyond human means, you cannot mistake its sharp, strained quality. Its constant gulp and whistle will accompany you throughout your...
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John Birmingham
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The Monthly Essays | April 2006
Having ventured once before across the boundary between life and death – to famously declare that there was fucking nothing there – the big man lay dying at last, holding on long enough...



